Where does time go? I think this has been the shortest summer of my life! (Though being in class till the end of July probably didn't help...) And as a result, I find myself doing the last thing one should do at the end of summer holidays:

The List of Things I Never Got Around to This Summer

• seeing the Warhol and Vancouver to Baja exhibits at the VAG
• having a giant lakeside agents' convention
• going to see my little sister in England
• organizing my closet
• putting together that damned photo album
• visiting my Grandpa down in Birch Bay (where he was housesitting a place with a pool and tennis court, not that I play...)
• writing nearly anything
• getting together with about a dozen or so people, all of whom I really wanted to see

See? I need at least a year-long sumemr next year. Oh yeah, and

• assasinating Bush
• establishing world peace

A month clearly won't cut it.